Ain't That a Bi**h

[Chorus]Because the cops is watchin' the streets is talkin'Ya hoes is unfaithful ya family ungratefulYa niggas ain't loyal you niggas ain't lawyersAnd everybody saw you and ain't that a bitch!

And this here is the Carter oh! yo! And this here is the Carter yo! oh!This one here is just to clarify the fact that I'm a motherfuckin' mackThis one here is just to verify the fact that I got straps on my backThis one here is just to clarify the fact that the boy is back! Oh!

Slick as I wanna be born to be hustler Gonna be rich till I'm goneGonna keep spittin' this shit for the hustlers Gonna keep livin this shit I'm gutlessBet I'm gonna reap this when I'm gone Defeat this while I'm hereGonna keep beatin' this street shit in ya earGonna speak in every single street this yearMy shit beat in every jeep on every street this yearWizzle F Baby y'all niggas can have the Weezy I'm the Birdman Jr. juniorI'm a man to another man To a bitch I'm a pimp In the whip I'm a hundred grandAnd in the streets I'm a money manAnd I'm a hunt it with the streets I get money in the streets like a hundred menA hundred proof in my other handIf ever fall spring back like a rubberband Know what I'm sayin'

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Now all the bitches got me strollin' with my dick in my handAnd these niggas got me rollin with my clip on my hipBut this is my land so prick don't trip Cause K's don't jam and a nigga don't missThey tellin' me I'm the shit like a nigga don't pissBut nigga don't slip cause I'll kill a punk bitch, word up!And I don't affiliate with niggaz I don't love neither bitches just money and drugs niggaLeave your bitches your money and drugs niggaThree to ya wisdom five more to your mug niggaHow many more do ya love niggaCause I got plenty more to give out I ain't never been a mouthpieceAsk ya reverend bout me I'm the young GodAim the shotgun at ya frame and bust boyBrain and guts leak in the drain and such pourPlain yuck at a fuck boy, duck boy!

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I'm a motherfucking man so respect me as one or the tech meet your ass sonThe tech heat your ass son put ya fuckin' chest beneath your ass sonBlooka blook blap bleep ya ass sonNigga tryin' to see his grandson and weGot niggas in the pen tryin' to see me wit a GrammyWanna be me and don't even understand meCouldn't see me even if you was standin' with meI'm that damn convincing not invisible that mans invincibleAnd advance a little due to the pineMy niggas call me little Russell Crowe for my beautiful mindAnd I let you do the time I do the crimeWhen the crowd call my name I bring my crew to the lineNigga that's S.Q. and we fine nigga that's S.Q. and we firin' nigga!